Work In Progess Wednesday. What’s in a Name?


Yet another ground breaking week in the my one woman woolly sweatshop. Perhaps, as an inevitable concatenation of my diverse methodologies, and my Magpie mind,  I’ve finally taken a step into the world of Assemblage/ Mixed Media/ Collage/ Applique/ Objets Trouve Scene Building. I suppose there is a catchier name for this particular genre but hell I like my one.

I can’t believe I haven’t done this before now. I love the creative process (Magpie mind), the end result (even if I do say so myself)  and the smug feeling I get, as all that stuff I’ve been carefully hoarding all these years gets new life. Take note – all you excessive chucker outers. Don’t throw it away – give it to me.

Unsurprisingly the Ginger Cat, the Owl and the Sheep all insisted in starring roles in my first two productions, and seeing as how they have wheedled their way into my creative unconsciousness from my subconscious creativeness (the sneaky feckers), I felt it was time they had names.
So – presenting FINBARR the GINGER CAT from Cork, SHAMEY the recovering Catholic Sheep (Shame ? He’s only mortified)  and the OWL WAN. (There’s always an Owl Wan – you know, just hanging around,  lookin’).
Now that’s sorted I do really need a snappier title for my new style of Artworks – To the Internet with me for some research, if I can drag myself away from assembling EVERYTHING into something else for long enough.  Any and all suggestions or direction on the nomenclature would be most welcome.

So, An Owl, A Cat and A Sheep walk into a Bar.

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This Little Raidy Went To Market…

DSC_9367Like so many sensitive, creative types I could happily spend all day, every day, ensconced in my studio, working on my numerous projects and and dreaming up new pieces to make. However, the lifestyle of the impoverished Artist living in a mouldy garrett, subsisting on Absinthe and ambition doesn’t really appeal to me ….gutter, stars etc. So, until Charles Saatchi gets the finger out and calls me, I have to actually sell my own work – to other people – for cash. Zoikes.

Displaying my wares

Displaying my wares

So, to Market with me and my wares. I turned up as a first time stallholder and ended the day by taking over the running of the Market. (That kind of thing happens a lot to me ). Oh, yes and I sold some stuff.
So, CRAFT MART at the EXCHANGE, in the heart of Temple Bar, Dublin was born. I love running the show and communing with like minded Crafty Types.

Displaying and flogging my own work is harder. The head tells me that my work is always going to be for a niche market – let’s just say I’m no Laura Ashley, and so I can’t expect my oeuvre to please all the people all the time. And yet the heart sinks at any disparaging comments or glances. I sometimes want to flounce out, clutching my knitted babies to my bosom, roaring – “no one here is good enough to buy my precious, my precious” The liver gets in a bilious rage at times too but I suspect capuccino O.D. at work.
I haven’t flounced, so far, but who knows?

CRAFT MART. Temple Bar. Dublin.

CRAFT MART. Temple Bar. Dublin.

Ridiculously uppity internal conflicts notwithstanding I have been making progress at each CRAFT MART. I’ve been selling more at each one and my display has improved too. Branding and displaying the work to it’s full advantage is a whole new skill for me to learn and I’m getting there. Lots of inspiration and advice from my fellow CRAFT MARTIES has helped a lot. Onwards and Upward to CRAFT MART 4 on June 29th. Drop by if you’re in Dublin (and bring a cappucino for the laugh)
THIS LITTLE RAIDY STAYED AT HOME
I have a shop on ETSY – Of couse I do . Me and about 1 billion other craftsters.
Being a Charlton Athletic FC supporter, languishing in mid table obscurity is nothing new, but I am seriously considering moving to the Irish Craft Portal where I may actually viewed by some people, and maybe even sell something. (Well, I did sell one scarf on ETSY, in 8 months)
Etsy, to my mind has become a victim of it’s own success and is so big now it is impossible to navigate as a seller nevermind a buyer. Unless I spend about 40 hours a week on Etsy, tagging and liking and making contacts , oh,  and paying for extra ads and listings I will forever be knitter 56783, on page 1239, 2nd pic down on the right. “What’s that you say? Oh yes, you’ve died of boredom on page 67. Ah.”

However please feel free to prove me wrong and go like, favourite and buy everything on www.etsy.com/shop/raidygrice  today in the massive closing down sale…..Cue online stampede…

THIS LITTLE RAIDY WENT WHEEE, WHEEE, WHEEE……

I do this when considering the eternal dilemma of the Crafty Creative – Do you make what you love or do you follow the market trends and make what sells? But, that, my friends is a discussion for another day.

Hibernia Knittanica

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In a frenzy of unconscious patriotism, I stayed up late knitting little Irelands – as you do.
As with a lot of my work I made three and then stopped. I make up the pattern as I go and I think that by doing it three times I embed it in my brain. Yes, I know I could just write it down but I prefer the thrice tried method.

Apart from Italy of course, Ireland is an extremely knittable island and just cries out (to me) to hung from a keychain. Glad I’m not Indonesian in that respect.
Looking at the map, I have always had the strong impression of Ireland as a tubby little bear, sitting aloof, with his back to Europe, with Lough Neagh for an imploring eye westward, arms outstretched – whining “ Help America, help. Big Bad England’s kicking me up the arse.

So – now the only question left and it’s an age old one – How much is the Auld Sod worth? What price the multiple Mother Mother Eireanns? Oh, Roisin Dubh – do I even put a price on you or do I auction you off to the highest bidder? – well if NAMA can, I can.

New Font and New words of the week

New Font and New words of the week

I love this American Typewriter font – almost makes me nostalgic for typewriters – until I remember the ribbon palaver, the jammed keys, the inky fingers and the frustration of getting almost to the end of a perfectly typed page only for the inevitable gibber and splot to ruin it all.

In other news, I have discovered Fat Quarters and I’ve fallen in love with the name and the objects – I’ve taken to ogling and fondling them in Harberdasheries this week. Well, it’s a change from ogling and fondling things in Hardware shops. I am embracing this new found girliness and love of all things fabric – including folldolls, furbelows and titifalalfalloos…